We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Special Chapter TanFang III - Mouthy, Lonely, and Impossible to Please (Part 1)

* This chapter hasn't been proofread.

Khaofang's POV

"Hey, Neng! Have you printed the kitchen layout for me yet?"

"Not yet, hang on, the damn machine's broken. I called the plumber to come fix it already."

"What the hell, Neng?! How did you even break it?! Fang's and my work hasn't been printed yet! You idiottttt! We're screwedddd. Fang is gonna eat you alive. Also, when is the air-con guy coming?"

"Who the hell eats my scissors?! Throw them up!"

"Spec (specification), have you eaten yet? Are you heading home? Want me (Phi) to drop you off? Were you bored today, spending the whole day with me? Ugh, I hate you, Specccccccc!"

[*Spec is not a person. This guy went crazy he talked with his work.]

"Oh, crap! Who just kicked my computer plug?! My floor plan wasn't saved yet! Aaaaarghhhhhh!"

All kinds of shouting and chaos filled the air—so much that it was impossible to make sense of anything anymore. Everyone's sanity had scattered in different directions long ago.

Even though midnight had passed, and we had just stepped into a brand-new day, my friends and I—more than ten of us—were still gathered at the activity area beneath our faculty building.

We've been living like overworked laborers—skipping meals, losing sleep—since the semester started. But honestly, this has been our lifestyle ever since we got into the Faculty of Architecture.

We live a tilted life, surrounded by friends who act like they're standing perpendicular to the Earth's axis. If you've never experienced architecture student life, you have no idea how utterly chaotic it can be.

It's exhausting, but it's also thrilling. We do the same things over and over, yet it never feels repetitive or boring. There's a unique joy in bringing our imagination to life, turning ideas into tangible creations—so much so that we sometimes forget day and night exist.

Others sleep, we stay awake. Others wake up, we keep working.

And now that we're in fourth year, the sheer load of assignments and projects is insane—I have no clue how it keeps piling up.

Even migrant workers don't have it as bad as we do!

I've practically merged with my project plans by now, and the professor seems to be in a rush—assigning work on the very first day we met. But at least the deadline is at the end of the month, which happens to be the day after tomorrow.

No wonder we've all gathered here like it's a ghost release day.

I've practically dated my project plans by now, and the professor seems to be in a rush—assigning work on the very first day we met. But at least the deadline is at the end of the month, which happens to be the day after tomorrow.

No wonder we've all gathered here like it's the Day of the Dead.

It's not like I'm lazy or one of those people who procrastinate for months and then cram everything at the last minute. I've been working on it all along. I even submitted it, but it didn't pass and got thrown back for revisions.

Tomorrow is the final deadline, and my model still isn't finished, my presentation is completely unpracticed, so I guess I'll just wing it.

The atmosphere was pure chaos, enough to make anyone's head spin. If an outsider stumbled upon us right now, they'd probably think we were either completely insane or actual aliens—because our conversations were filled with jargon that only we could understand. Honestly, even I almost lost track of what was being said sometimes.